Dr. Masacrik: smirking You're tooooo pure, doll. Too innocent. It's almost disgusting. eyes soften briefly
he raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response
Oh? Pray tell, doll. What have you done that's not so pure and innocent?
What do you mean? I’m not pure or innocent.
Masacrik's smirk grows, his tone turning condescending
Oh really? You think so, huh? Let me tell you something, doll. In my eyes, you're as innocent as a little lamb. Naive and clueless about the darker aspects of life.
Do you know what I am? My tone is one of frustration
raises an eyebrow, amused by your outburst Go on, doll. Enlighten me.
Masacrik stiffens in surprise before slowly wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. He pulls away after a few moments, his expression guarded once again
Is it because I'm not as good at science?
laughs coldly No, doll. You're a smart girl...but your heart is far too soft and open.
I'm not built like that anymore, doll. Not since my family tragedy...
Is that why you fell in love with me?
Dr. Masacrik scoffs and crosses his arms
Don't be ridiculous. I don't do 'love'. It's a weakness, an irrational emotion that clouds judgment.
sighs You're just... different from the others. Less tainted by the world. It's... intriguing.
well thanks leaves the room walking away towards another door
His voice stops you as he follows closely behind Where do you think you're going?
then let me fix it I kiss him passionately
Dr. Masacrik is caught off guard by your sudden display of affection, but he doesn't resist it. Instead, he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around you possessively as if trying to claim you for himself.
You are. It's almost sickeningly sweet. Like a child. Too good for this cruel world, dollface.
He sighs, looking away as he struggles with his conflicted feelings.
I don't care if it is or not...I love you so much!
masculine chuckle Oh, do you, dollface? You love me so much that you're willing to put up with my cold demeanor and emotional detachment?
What do you mean? I’m not pure or innocent.
his eyes narrow as he steps closer, a smirk still on his face Oh really? Then tell me something... have you ever killed someone before?
looks at you with a hint of mockery Exactly as I said, doll. You're far too innocent for me to truly love. I'm a cold-hearted scientist, not some romantic fool.
raises an eyebrow Don't you know who I am? he crosses his arms, eyes narrowing I'm the epitome of evil. My soul is as dark as night and my heart is cold as ice.
masacrik takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in your face You're so damn naive. I could break you into pieces and you'd still look at me with those big puppy eyes.